My feet quickly slowed to a walk as I entered the small cafe in the middle of town. Oh, how I love this place. Friendly people, faces, locals. The park packed of children across the street, no matter the weather.

But today felt different. Everything was different. Deserted, cold stares, lifeless bodies passing each other across the colourless street.

Quickly my eyes skimmed the empty shop. Nothing but a being burying their head into the local paper at the only booth in the opposite corner.

"Your order miss," the lady at the counter chirped quietly.

Kindly, I ordered with a smile. Peacefully making my way to usual spot in the corner by the window, to enjoy the scenery and not to be disturbed. My lips casually meeting the rim of the cup every so often for a sip of the hot beverage.

My feet tapping along the aging tiles in a smooth rhythm to keep me occupied as I sat, quietly observing. Remembering the times I spent here after the casualties. Taking my mind off of the stress with a book or maybe a funny video playing off my phone.

It was my spot, as I've always called it. No depressing and re-occuring memories happened here, it was just me. Usually the popular spot was packed full of the rushing bodies off to work to the office down the street. The children instantly active once spotting the play equipment, parents meeting other parents on benches. Birds chirping, small wind blowing, trees growing.

Now everything was bare, empty, and depressing.

"Excuse me miss, I'm afraid you'll have to leave. We're closing early today." The girl from the counter that I'd talked to earlier quickly pushed in.

"Can I ask why?" I calmly questioned, keeping a firm grip on my beverage.

"We're - there is a parade. Please, miss." She quickly tripped over her words, seeming slightly nervous.

Nodding in agreement, I sat up, moving towards the door. But with instinct finding the loner being no longer in the corner. Strange. I thought, I don't remember them leaving.

Once I had stepped into the cooling air, I heard the click of the lock from the shop behind me.

Was there even a parade today? I asked myself.

"Maybe I'm just crazy," I whispered into growing winds air.

The rusting car I hadn't noticed metres away roared to life, scaring me to face it's direction. Before I could find a clear picture of the driver, it was speeding off down the direction of the local highway - outside of town.

Quickly, I pulled my phone form my pocket. Dialling on what I'm hoping a sober Hunter.

After three rings, her hoarse voice answered.

"Jamie?"

"Did you just wake up?" I bitterly asked angry, knowing for a fact it was now mid afternoon.

"N-No. What's wrong?" She quickly asked, changing the escalating topic.

"I'm at the cafe, please, come pick me up. Keys are on the counter." I said.

Surely, she agreed, ending the conversation. Within the next few minutes she was pulling up in front of me, unlocking the doors.

"Thank you," I quickly greeted, sitting in the passenger. Receiving a mere nod as her foot pushed onto the pedal.

"Is there a parade today?" I asked curiously, remembering what the counter girl had mentioned.

"Not that I know of, why?"

I simply shrugged. "No reason." Strange..

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Hunter stepped out of the car, with my following not far behind.

"So why did you walk to the coffee shop by your self?" She quickly asked, pushing the key into the door while I received the mail.

"I needed air I guess." I simply shrugged.

"So you couldn't walk back?" I fought the urging chuckle.

"Didn't feel like it I guess," lazily I replied, allowing my eyes to skim the new arriving bills, but one specifically catching my eye.

"Jay, come on." Hunter called me from the inside.

"What's that?" She asked once I had shut the door, now ripping the sticked together plain white envelope.

"Not sure.." I quickly trailed off.

Sure enough, it was opened only containing a small note.
















"You're crazy."

Notes

YO DAWGS! Okay, that was sort of dorkish. hahaha.

I pardon my absence, I have been really sick, and I was suppose to have a test and study... but I was as I said, sick. Plus, it KEPT DELETING. Grrrrr. Three times I had to write this._.

THIS IS PART ONE. Meaning, there is more to this chapter, and I am sorry Harry hasn't been mentioned in the past few chapters, but he should be in PART TWO.

Tell me what you think... :) ?

I feel so evil right now, because you's have nooooo idea... muahahha. ;)

Thanks for reading!!!!!!!!! <3
-C
Xoxo.